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Chapter 5

A Hornet's Nest

1130- Hereford, UK

Elvis was fuming when he left his CO's office. It was cold outside, soft flakes of snow swirled through the air as others provided a light dusting on the ground. He barely registered the frigid temperature as his boots pounded down. What happened to the world whilst he was away? This was madness. Oh he could just picture Wescott Jones snidely knocking back cocktails and spewing his displeasure to Godfrey.

"Prick!" Elvis said out loud as he stomped his way to Georgie.

Xxxxx

Georgie looked at her watch. Elvis was due to meet up with her shortly for lunch. She rubbed her belly, hoping it had settled so she could eat something. This morning was awful, she actually vomited and she hated that!

"There he is!" She heard Peters bellow.

"Alright." She heard her husband's voice in response and hurried out of the supply room. The two men were talking. She noticed Elvis' ears, cheeks and nose were beet red and he was rubbing his hands together. It must have gotten colder outside she reckoned. She grabbed her jacket then headed towards him. He caught sight of her and extended an arm.

"Heyyy.." Georgie said as she encouraged his arm to wrap around her. They kissed briefly so Peters scratched the back of his head and shuffled his feet to distract himself.

"Your nose is cold." Georgie said.

"Yeah, well it's cold outside." Elvis said, thinking she was a sight for sore eyes. He needed her to ground him before his agitation got the better of him. She looked him over.

"Well where's your hat?"

"In my pocket."

"Good place for it!"

Tad Peters roared. "Ha! Worst thing ya did mate was wed a medic!"

"Best thing I ever did was marry this woman!" Elvis responded, smiling warmly at Georgie. She grinned and pulled the hat out of his pocket.

"Reckon I'm wearin the hat." He said taking it from her and yanking it down over his head, covering his ears.

"Perfect." She said and lifted her face to him triumphantly.

He took a finger and gently tapped her nose saying, "Oi, ya reckon." It was good natured but she detected a subtle edge to his demeanor.

"Everything alright?" She ventured, eyes narrowing.

"Don't ask."

"I'm askin."

Elvis looked at Peters then helped Georgie into her jacket. "I'll tell ya later." He said close to her ear as she backed into the jacket. She was relieved he did not say I can't tell ya.

"Where's yer hat?" He asked as she pulled the zipper up to her neck. She retrieved it from her desk and waved it at him. He smirked. She snapped the woolen fabric against his chest then placed it on her head. Elvis' eyes twinkled. "Ya look fetchin babe."

She rolled her eyes. "Let's go."

"Now, now you kiddies play nice." Peters said, followed by an emphatic "Sir!"

"Sargent." Elvis drawled as he followed his wife out the door and slammed it shut.

xxxxx

"How are ya feelin?" Elvis asked as they walked briskly, their breath smokily visible in the cold air.

"Better than this morning I can tell ya that."

"Good. I was worried about ya George."

"Well get used to it. I doubt this morning sickness is goin away any time soon."

Elvis stopped cold.

Georgie stopped when she realized he was no longer walking along side of her. She turned around. "What are ya doing?"

He jammed his hands into his jacket pockets and walked up to her. "Do ya mean to say this is goin to be a frequent occurrence?"

"Yes Elvis. It happens to loads of women. It will pass."

"So how do ya get proper nourishment? This is an important time innit?"

"It is and I am getting proper nourishment and vitamins."

He looked skeptical as he opened the general mess door for her. The rush of warmth that emanated out was welcoming along with the aroma of prepared food.

"I hope they have a good soup." Georgie said as they headed towards the serving line. Elvis handed her a tray and watched her scan the food as they made their way down the line. She picked up a bread roll and accepted a helping of mashed potatoes then went straight away to the soup urns. "Ah…potato chowder." She said as she peeked under the lid and stirred the contents with a ladle. She called over to Elvis. "Ya want soup?"

"Yeah. I'm comin."

Once they were seated Georgie began to rip her bread into bits, dipping them into the soup. "See, I can be hungry as well."

Elvis chuckled. "Sorry. I'm just concerned."

She touched his hand. "I know ya are. But relax. Stop Googling yeah?"

He grinned….then eyed her tray. "No meat Georgie?"

"Nah, we're having chicken for dinner remember?" She said dipping her bread once again and took a solid mischievous bite.

"Roger." He said looking down at his tray and the piece of boiled chicken that seemed to stare back at him.

"I reckon our dinner will be a damn sight better than that piece of rubber." She said watching Elvis attempt to cut through his portion. His eyes looked up at her.

"Oi! Did ya just say I'm cookin tonight then?" He said sarcastically, forking a piece of the white meat into his mouth and chewing as if it actually was a piece of rubber. Georgie had to cover her mouth with a napkin. The look on her husband's face as he forcefully swallowed down the meat was priceless.

"I recommend the soup." She said laughing out loud now. Elvis joined in. Right now had been the best part of his day. "Shit!" She said slapping her hands on the table.

"Wha?"

"I forgot to get some milk."

"Well let met get it for ya." Elvis said, scooting his chair back.

"Elvis, I can manage."

"I'm already up."

Georgie gave in. It was useless to argue with his persistence. She broke a few more bits of bread and watched him head to the refrigerators. No doubt he would end up brining her back two cartons of milk for good measure. She was pleased her stomach had settled down and took in a generous spoonful of soup as he approached. As suspected he was carrying two.

"Ya get one for yourself?" She asked even though she knew what the answer would be.

"Nah, they're for you." He said sitting down, smiling at her.

"One would have been sufficient."

"But yer eatin for two now George." He said cheekily

"Ahh, you are unreal!"

"But ya know I'm right." He grinned. Elvis was impossible at times but Georgie loved him to bits.

"So what is it ya were gonna tell me?" She asked with interest as she opened a carton. He seemingly did not hear her as he scraped the bottom of his soup bowl, devouring the last drop. That concerned her briefly and she was just about to open her mouth again when he tore into the conversation, not quite slamming the spoon down and he looked around for clearance.

"Well it turns out I was reported to the CO by a pompous colonel who's nephew was intimidated by me durin his interview."

Georgie's brow lifted. "You do have a way with people."

He gave her a look and she wanted to retract the comment when she saw how dead serious he was. "Go on."

"The bloke sat there like a sack of shit. Didn't seem to think he needed to answer my questions."

"And…."

"I threatened to 'ave him dismissed from the process."

Georgie bit her lower lip just imagining the scenario. "Did he start to answer then?"

"Damn right he did."

"So this colonel is good with his nephew being a twat." She said taking a swig of milk.

"Exactly."

"This colonel's got a name?"

Elvis curled his lips. "Wescott Jones." His voice was deep and low.

Georgie's eyes flared. "Oh shit Elvis!" He's a bastard!" She whispered loudly.

"Wha? Ya know him?" Elvis said as though a firestorm flashed through him.

"Sorry to say."

"How do ya know him?"

She looked around and leaned in. "At Pirbright. He was in charge of a section of recruits back then."

Elvis became extremely focused. "Wha' do ya 'ave on him?"

"He's a bastard, just leave it there Elvis."

He looked at her intently, his eyes almost penetrating hers. "Your intel George."

She took a deep breath trying to figure out how to get him to back off. She was sorry she poked a hornet's nest. "I observed him harassing a female recruit."

"Define harassin."

Georgie released a heavy sigh. "He was verbally abusive."

"Georgie… that's standard issue for a new recruit in basic."

"It was not warranted." She said through gritted teeth.

"Go on."

"The comments were laced with innuendo and did nothing to build her character. He was obnoxious!"

"Anyone else witness it?" He asked leaning in further to contain their conversation.

"Yeah. But don't ask because I don't know who. Do you know him?"

"Nah, not exactly, but word travels. Best part George ….he's mates with Ollie Knots."

She flung herself back in her seat. "Oh you have got to be joking!"

He smiled grimly. "Wish I was. Fact."

She leaned in again and grabbed his hand. "Listen in. I'm tellin ya, stand down!"

Elvis laughed.

"Elvis I mean it! Knots is a wanker and you know he hates you!" She could barely keep her voice at a harsh whisper.

"Well he certainly does doesn't he. Oi yeah, did I mention his name appeared on the application as a solid reference?" He said gesturing quotation marks with his fingers. Georgie rubbed her forehead and looked up at him from beneath her hand. She noticed someone approaching Elvis from behind.

"Spanner!" She said happily relieved. They could put this madness on the back burner, at least for now.